How I was delivered from witchcraft…
I was at Next Cash and Carry this afternoon to get few items for the office. After walking up and down the mall, I was so tired and hungry that I decided to get a plate of food from the restaurant inside the mall. I bought Rice and Beans with one sauce like that (I don’t know the name of the sauce but it had green pepper, shredded beef and chopped carrots) and I was thinking about my life and my goals for 2020 when I overheard a lady almost shouting at a little girl who was looking so innocent, lost and helpless. Our eyes jammed and she lowered her voice to almost a whisper.
I thought she was trying to find out the truth about who raped the girl or something that had to do with child abuse or molestation and so I was very attentive. Luckily for me the woman had a call and she spewed out the whole thing to her friend who called. She said the little girl that should be about six (6) years old or thereabout is a senior witch in one coven at the outskirts of Abuja.
After the call, she continued to force the innocent girl to confess while she was recording the whole thing (supposed confession of a witch) on her phone. She said the girl belongs to a notorious coven that is hindering the progress of her business and causing her to have misfortunes in life and especially in marriage. Small girl faaaa…that cannot even finish a bowl of fufu????
On hearing the accusations and bitterness in her voice, hot tears streamed down my eyes as memories of my childhood flashed back to my anus. As a child, I was accused of witchcraft on many occasions. I was flogged, punished, placed on compulsory fasting for three days without water or salt and almost ostracized from the family because of my witchcraft status. I was tortured on countless occasions to a point of confession and forced to undergo many deliverance sessions over something I knew nothing about. I can remember the pattern of the never ending punishments but I can not remember any witchcraft meeting or ever being initiated talkless of even flying at night.
I cannot forget the day razor blade was used to make incisions on my body and it was scrubbed with pepper afterwards all in an attempt to get me to confess on who initiated me into witchcraft and to divulge our group activities????
I started spewing rubbish from my mouth when the torture was almost landing me in the arms of death. I created one believable story and took them to a tree in our compound in Akwa ibom as our meeting point. I guess I said it was our landlady that initiated me or something like that…truth is there was no witchcraft anything anywhere and it troubled my young mind why I would be victimised for something I didn’t even admire. All I wanted to do was just to play, eat fried fish and read story books about tortoise and the hare.
The accusations were usually triggered by my sleeping postures…if you hang leg on the wall while sleeping, you are a witch from the pit of hell. Or maybe it is because I had longer throat and begi begi spirit…then they just assumed I must have chop winch from my hobbies.
I pited the little girl and wondered how many kids are falsely accused of something they know nothing about. I later found out the accused girl is a househelp to the woman…I was so lost in thought and wondered why people cannot take care of their own kids but leave them to the mercy of Ayamantaga madame in the city…
The madam with empty skull, Brazilian wig she bought from Gbewiri market and her over padded bumbum she got from too much sex with Oga will also be forming deliverance minister on top somebody’s sweat and blood.
Tueeeeeehhhhh…I hate Nigerians and all the superstitious beliefs you people stand for. Most Nigerian women after they’ve married a community penis for a husband, will be looking for whom to blame for their calamity, tales of woe and over sabi choice made years ago.
Happy new week, month and year my lovely people. I haven’t had any motivation to write on this blog for a number of days now hence, my absence.